Correspondence

Levin Daily Chronicle, 29 May 1917, Page 3

Correspondence

r Our correspondents' opinions are their own; the responsibility of editoria' ones makes sufficient ballast, for the editor's shoulders). "THEM STREET LAMPS." (To the Editor). Sir, —Just as I was wet-tin' me cup of tay Murphy comes in, and what do you think, says he? I dunno, says I. Old woman, says he, the counsel must be sufferin' from some queer contlirariness. Bod ad' then, says I, it's for moving the street lamps they are! That same it is, says he. And what might they be wantin for to move them, and what sort of quare delusion is that at all, says I, sure that's no .sort of talkin'; I call it rale outrageous and scandalious. What will I do at all, on a Saturday nights, wid no lights says I, and what is Walter—him I give me vote for—thinkin' about at all, at all? an' not offerin' to pass a word about the motion. An' sure is it idling me time I'd be thrampin' up, wid' rheumatics in me poor old legs, to vote for them as would take away them lights. Bedad, yes, its Mrs Murphy them is needin' in the counsel, atalkin', and then you may depend they'd have as much chance of movin' the loights as of puttin' out the stars in the sky, bedad they would! So, Mr Counsel, it 'ud( he a sinful pity to do such a thing. It 'ud be no good for man or baste, and' it's lonesome I'd be widout 'em; so you let them stay where they're put, for the load it would take off your old conscience couldn't be told in speech. And,-be-dad', Murphy and me may put our foot in it now and again. But sure if we never done worse we might be right enough yet.—Yours, etc., MUR'PHY'S WIFE.